Categories > Original > Poetry
the blank page says
“create”
the pen sighs for ink
2 a.m. dives
I am feeling
every bit of my commended age
while each waking moment of my sequential age
one that screams above the pen and blank page
screams
“ONLY TIME WILL KNOW
WHAT YOU ARE MADE OF”
as if I am not anything but
flesh, bones, and blood
spoon-fed knowledge wrapped in shut lips
as if I have more time
“create”
the pen sighs for ink
2 a.m. dives
I am feeling
every bit of my commended age
while each waking moment of my sequential age
one that screams above the pen and blank page
screams
“ONLY TIME WILL KNOW
WHAT YOU ARE MADE OF”
as if I am not anything but
flesh, bones, and blood
spoon-fed knowledge wrapped in shut lips
as if I have more time
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